MemorySometimes something so beautiful and unspoiled happens that it would be almost a sin not to document it. Just the memory of walking hand in hand in the dark, the sun had just set and everything was quiet and soft. Warm night and and idle conversation. You reached out and took my hand as we crossed the street and I was glad the the dark hid my blushing.Memory
Falling asleep to your heartbeat is something that I miss when it's dark and lonely, steady rythmic breathing and entwined bodies. I felt so full, so complete and peaceful.
I liked to pretend that the heartbeat was just for me, although the promise of the h
The way I feelWhen you look at me your eyes are empty, I know that what you see, is never me. Every one of you smile when I’m around you, but the longing for your sister, your daughter, suffocates me. Only now am I fully aware of how much like her I am. Did anyone know how terrified I was when anyone said “you look and act just like her y’know” I feared growing older, feared being like her. For she died so young, I didn’t want the same fate. 19 years ago she gave birth to me, 18 years ago she died. Christmas is so hollow for my father now. It’s hard for me now too.The way I feel
Every time I tried to break away from my mother’s shadow, I w
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Entry 02
hope i'll be submitting some more, soon
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~*Lady Volume*~
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